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“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving â€� We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins â€� We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers â€� We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,â€� and we heard, “You have to be everything.”
― Courtney Martin

“We're the first generation that can make enough of our own money to live the way we want. I feel like we have a responsibility to figure out what this means.”
― Glynnis MacNicol, No One Tells You This

“Woman's life today is tending more and more toward ... 'Zerrissenheit'--torn to pieces-hood. She cannot live perpetually in 'Zerrissenheit.' She will be shattered into a thousand pieces.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

“Høibro kunde ikke forstÃ¥ at denne tørre fremskridtskvinde med kort hÃ¥r blandet sig i slike spørsmÃ¥l som ægteskapet, hun stod i hans forestilling som en art hanmenneske i skjørter, et væsen av det tredje kjøn; stak man hul pÃ¥ hende vilde hun blø sand.”
― Knut Hamsun , Redaktør Lynge

“Hun var sÃ¥ meget penere i ansiktet og snakket morsommere og var malet og var det de kalte chic, men hun var ikke sÃ¥ meget til det andre, slet ikke sÃ¥ storartet til det andre, det sÃ¥es pÃ¥ hende, ingen bryster, flat, haha, gikk engang med hatten bak frem for Ã¥ finde pÃ¥ noget.”
― Knut Hamsun, Ringen sluttet

“The permanence of my impermanence. I stand in possession of it. I stand before him at the entrance to a subway station, in possession of nothing but myself. Myself is everything, I want to tell him. But to him it is nothing, because that's how he feels about himself right now. He is alone, and so he is nothing. How do I explain to him that what applies to him does not apply to me? His context is not my context. How do you blow up the bus you've been forced to ride your entire life? It wasn't your fault there were no other means of transportation available.”
― Jami Attenberg, All Grown Up

“Girl, where you at," he texts me whenever he likes. And sometimes I am at work and sometimes I am walking out of yoga class and sometimes I am on a date and sometimes I am at a museum feeling nostalgic for my failed past as an artist and sometimes I am with a friend eating a big, delicious, expensive dinner and sometimes I am walking on the waterfront ducking European tourists asking directions and sometimes I am sitting on a park bench in the sunshine reading the paper and sometimes I am at home and it is a Sunday night and I am drinking a bottle of wine by myself, alone but not lonely, but definitely alone. And wherever I am, I text him back right away. Because I want him to know. Where I am at.”
― Jami Attenberg, All Grown Up

“I was telling the couples therapists that I thought she was cheating, they were telling me she was a modern woman with platonic male friends. Years later the numerous affairs emerged!”
― Steven Magee